I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Zhang Hong stepped forward and grasped the hand that Youershika extended, and immediately felt the ownerless soul in his body rapidly draining away.

The pain on Yurshika's face eased a little, and she breathed a sigh of relief, concentrating her attention on Felianor. A golden light shone brightly, illuminating the church.

The corpse transformation phenomenon on Princess Felianor finally stopped, and she slowly turned back into a living person, and finally turned back into a radiant girl, but her black hair had turned completely white, and she had obviously lost a lot of vitality.

But at least his life was saved.

Her long eyelashes moved, and the princess, who had been sleeping for thousands of years, opened her eyes with a confused look on her face.

"Sheila... who are you..."

The princess was still a little confused when she woke up, and asked questions in confusion.

At this moment, the cathedral began to shake violently, and the walls and the ground cracked and began to collapse.

"The Ringed City is about to be destroyed! Let's get out of here!"

Yurshika shouted.

Zhang Hong carried Princess Felianor, who had not yet recovered her ability to move, on his back.

The gods are tall, and Zhang Hong carrying the princess on his back is like a half-grown child carrying an adult.

The three of them quickly rushed to the campfire, and finally activated the campfire before the Ringed City disintegrated and fell into the abyss, and teleported back to the Firelink Shrine.

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Painting world, Elidell.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuhui. With these, I will definitely be able to complete the painting!"

"Really? Grandpa Gale...it's okay, he's already very tired. Thank you for helping him out..."

In front of the pale canvas, the world painter girl had a resolute look on her face. She picked up the brush and began to paint with full concentration. A faint flame was dancing on the wooden floor around her. The fire of sin that burned everything was accelerating the burning of the rotten old world.

……

Deep in the demon ruins, the last demon son was killed.

Undead settlements, Faran ruins, Irithyll... the wandering monsters, wandering spirits, and zombies were all wiped out.

All the homeless souls were taken away by the Fire Bearer.

The first fire gradually dimmed, the sun in the sky gradually sank into the sea of ​​clouds at the end of the horizon, and the long night was coming.

The gathering place, where the original campfire was.

The wandering spirit of Londor, Julia, led a group of knights to block the way of the Firebringer.

The leader of the wandering spirits said resentfully: "I told you that we will be enemies next time we meet!"

"The first fire belongs to the wandering soul!"

"For the King of Wandering Souls!"

Yulia led the undead knights to attack.

Zhang Hong swung his sword indifferently and killed these ignorant creatures on the road leading to the original campfire.

It fulfilled their wish to devote themselves to their ideals.

He walked through corpses and blood and came to a valley covered with ashes and burnt remains of bones, where a nameless ash wearing a crown and holding a spiral sword was waiting for him.

The tall, nameless remains are the incarnation of successive fire kings, the last test of standing guard before the original campfire.

The broken weapons scattered all around and stuck in the ground were traces left by countless failed fire bearers over the long years.

Zhang Hong drew out his greatsword and rushed towards the incarnation of the Fire King.

The greatsword and the spiral sword clashed, creating brilliant sparks that illuminated the dim land of ashes. There were still some residual light in the ashes on the ground, flickering like breathing, as if the will of the Firebringer lingering in the ashes was watching this battle.

The incarnation of the Lord of Cinder is very powerful, able to perform a variety of powerful spells, hexes, and miracles with ease.

His swordsmanship is superb, and it seems that he has integrated the skills of countless heroic spirits.

But unfortunately, his opponent is perhaps the strongest fire bearer of all time, an uninvited guest with the soul of a time traveler.

Even if the first Lord of Fire Gwyn were reborn, there is a high probability that he would die by the sword.

boom!

The greatsword wrapped in thunder and frost burned, and the head wearing the crown flew high and rolled into the ashes.

The tall, headless figure fell to his knees.

Then it turned into ashes and dissipated, leaving behind a ball of golden soul fire floating in the air.

Zhang Hong absorbed the soul fire of the incarnation of the Fire King into his body, and his own soul power surged again.

Not far away, a dim campfire with golden flames floating in the ashes was quietly waiting for the arrival of the fire bearer.

Zhang Hong could feel that the campfire was calling out to the remaining flame of the king's soul in his body, and his body was also craving for the dim golden flame.

That was the original fire that maintained this world, but now it was as dim as a candle in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment...

After taking a look at the campfire, Zhang Hong did not rush forward to pass on the fire. Instead, he turned and came to the open space next to him and activated the white summoning talisman. A series of figures of different heights, weights and bodies emerged from the teleportation light.

The Fire Keeper, the blacksmith Andri, the old woman at the sacrificial field, the thief Gray Mouse and the liar Patch from the undead settlement, the orphans of the Gwyn clan Yursika, Filienor and Shira, the knight Igor and the saint Irina of Kalim, the knights Anri and Horus of Astra, the survivors Rosaria and Ocelot of the royal family of Lothric... all the surviving humans in the Dark Soul world gathered here, leaving only a few dozen people.

Two princesses of the Gwyn clan and the fire keeper came out, surrounded Zhang Hong, held hands, and performed miracles.

The rest of the people formed a circle around the four people, clasped their hands together, and prayed silently.

As divine power mobilized the tremendous soul power in the body of the Fire Bearer, an ancient church was summoned to the Land of Ashes. It emerged in the golden light, transformed from an illusion into reality, and took root firmly in the Land of Ashes, becoming one with the land.

That is the Fire Sacrifice Site that is free from time and space.

"My lord, please be careful."

"I wish you all the best."

Everyone saluted Zhang Hong in turn, said goodbye and wished him well, then walked hand in hand with people they knew and walked into the Fire Transmission Sacrifice Site, their figures disappearing into the broad oil painting embedded in the hall of the sacrificial site.

The girl who loves the painting world clasped her hands, stood quietly beside the oil painting, and welcomed everyone to enter the world of painting.

The oil painting depicts mountains and valleys, flowers and big trees. A towering castle sits on the peaks, and a quiet village is hidden in the deep woods in the valley. It is a tranquil scene like a paradise.

As everyone entered the painting world one after another, only Zhang Hong and the Fire Keeper were left, and they came to the painter girl, Elekalia.

The girl from the Painting World slightly bent her knees and performed a noble etiquette, and said softly: "Mr. Ashes, Miss Fireproofer, I will wait for your safe return in the Painting World. I wish you all the best."

After saying that, he turned and entered the world of painting.

Zhang Hong and the Fire Girl were the only ones left in the empty sacrificial site.

Zhang Hong looked at the Fire Lady, who responded with a gentle but firm look. Zhang Hong nodded and took the Fire Lady out of the sacrificial site and came to the original campfire.

"let's start."

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Hong calmly spoke to the fire keeper.

The Fire Keeper walked slowly forward, reached her delicate hands into the campfire, and scooped up the faint golden flame - the only primordial fire left in the world that was about to go out.

As the primordial fire left the campfire, the black sun that was originally burning slowly in the sky quickly dimmed, and the light quickly disappeared from the sky and the earth.

"As the primordial fire dies out, the world will accelerate its descent into darkness. But one day, in that darkness, a small flame will reappear... It is the remaining flame of the ancient hero..."

As the Fire Keeper spoke, the primordial fire in her hand gradually shrank and dimmed.

Just like a match that is about to burn out, it finally returns to complete darkness, and the surrounding world also returns to complete darkness and silence.

A terrible and oppressive silence suddenly filled the darkness.

Even the sound of the wind disappeared.

The world seemed to have a cardiac arrest and died as the First Fire was extinguished.

"...Can you hear me, Lord Ash?"

The ethereal voice of the Fire Maiden sounded in the darkness.

Then I felt a warm hand holding my slightly cold palm.

"Let's go."

The calm male voice responded, and the Fire Keeper felt her heart filled with a sense of security. She obediently let the warm hand lead her through the silent darkness where she couldn't see her face.

Arriving in front of the oil painting of the Firelink Shrine that was emitting a dim glow, a tall figure and a slender figure held hands and disappeared into the painting.

As Zhang Hong and the fire keeper entered, a stone door fell down with a loud bang, blocking and sealing the oil painting. The last ray of dim light completely disappeared from the darkness, and everything returned to complete silence.